Elegantly dressed, smoking her cigarettes casually, more to be surrounded by a screen of white smoke as nicotine craving, so it seemed.
It by dressing nine and ensuring the maintenance of perfect clarity of his clothes he came gradually to the steady state.
He sat and stared at us from her eyes very dark, too black. Then he talked a lot and moved as well. Speak and move. It went together for him. Accompany the word of gestures accompanying speech gestures.
He was at Search gestures that give the sentences one day.
The watch on his wrist as elegant as anything he wore, always showed the same hour, five hours and two minutes.
hero: he who is wronged and those who do not yield. (Lacan)
On one of the few photographs of him can be seen with Two cats, kittens. She said: "I want one like that, like the one he has in hand. "
Praying the great minds of Gombrowicz and Thomas Bernhard, Bossuet, Dostoevsky and Franz Kafka, Shakespeare, Nabokov and Laclos.
Being a fleeing enemy.
The omission withdrawal, disaffection or mimicry tactics encountered in some animal species more furbish her arms the figure of the maquis haunts better than the general.
What he wrote and how it led him to write the Grand Siècle. Not vice versa.
In every word we sensed that death was approaching: and shot that would help him end his days, was a surprise to anyone. This thoughtful suicide, there was not much to say about it, or may be so, one thing finally.
Watch a painting, a photograph as we look at death in the eye with a slight smile.
Five hours and two minutes: the time of his death? the hour of his birth?
Tie every day, immaculately, his tie and have a maxim: not a day without a tie.
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